Depressing Sayings Novels & Stories

No one know what desperation can do to people. “Therefore, we’re screwed,” I said. “Yeah,” he replied, sighing in dejection.

She smiled"yes, I'm a little unhappy. But sadness doesn't mean you're depressed. When it takes a span of weeks and then months and into a years, its called a depression. Anybody can be sad. " "Everyone should be. "He said. "What do you mean? " He did not respond. "You're intentionally detaching yourself, Mr Cain. You are struggling to make yourself robotic to the things you're feeling for the situations around you. " "This is the much reason I doubt anyone's prowess to help me. " "Its my job. " "You're doing it poorly. " "God, cain-" "Mrs moorman? " "Yes? " "You mentioned my name. " "How so? "

"You didn't want to, i....i threw myself....." "Don't say such silly things, don't say them to me and don't say them to yourself". He said cutting me short. "God, it's why you're so depressed. You always assume the very worst".

I reply. “By all the gods of all religions!” Cynthia exclaims. “Are you going to stick with it? You have to get over that stupid. Depression is not going to get you anywhere.” “I'm not depressed,” I blurt out, in my defense. “It's just that I don't have much of an appetite.” “You've been saying the same thing for weeks,” Cynthia says, getting up from her chair and going over to a basket on the foundation. “At least eat this apple. Oh my God!” She adds, throwing the fruit at me so I can catch it.

"How can you fall into depression baby? Aren't you happily married to Alex? Didn't you say he cares about you and loves you? You have a handsome husband who loves and gives you all you want. You have a job and you are comfortable. What might have led you into depression…?"Monica looked lost. Allen felt his head go blank. Rita was painting her husband as an angel and he was far from being called a loving husband. He wished things didn't take this dimension. Alex's eyes went red. She said those great words about him? She really didn't hate him for treating her so badly and saying horrible words at her.

This bomb is about to blow, Dipshit! He looks at me and says in a singsong voice "I know" Then he looks back at the road "What's so important about living anyway?" "The fuck?!" God don't tell me he's having one of his depressive episodes "Snap out of it, idiot! I'd answer that question when I can finally move!" He says nothing. "Would you seriously want to die on the road, of all poor places?!" That wakes him up A disgusted look fills his face "Oh, hell no. I'm dying on a runway strut of some fabulous fashion show where the whole world would be marvelling how graceful I am even at death!" And then he presses the gas again.

Silas I've been down bad, worse than I ever imagined I could be. I'm stuck in it—a depressive spiral that keeps dragging me deeper and deeper. Days blur together, a haze of gray. I force myself through the motions of work, put on the mask everyone expects from me, but at the end of the day, I'm hollow and wrung out. By the time I drag myself into bed, I don't bother pretending anymore. I just let the silence swallow me whole.

"I will talk to my son once we leave. Please." "Okay. But don't take it all down on yourself. Otherwise, it will get worse." "Okay. Shall we go now?" "I have prescribed some poultice for your heart attacks and concoctions for your stomach bloats." "Stomach bloats and heart attacks? You said you found nothing!" "Well, those are the early effects of depression. You need to hold it together, boy. Apply the poultice around your heart when you feel burnt up with emotions, take the concoction twice a day for your stomach, and stop worrying too much."

Mike echoed “ Don’t get me wrong, but I didn’t know you were such a Debbie Downer. Like I really don’t get why you would think that you should be burning in this self-loathing and depression, like let me tell you, it seriously feels Ike someone has kicked me in the balls and I don’t even have balls. “ Mike lowered the can of beer but he didn’t look at her nor did he speak.

Mу dеѕіrе fоr thаt wоmаn іnvаdеѕ my thoughts nіght and dау. This depression is not lіkе mе аt all. I’m usually аll асtіоn. Frаnklу, іt’ѕ unсоmfоrtаblе. Nоt officially working thе саѕе іѕ hаrd fоr me.